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My favorite walk is from Woodborough church, along the pathway to the kennet and Avon canal and up to Woodborough Hill. This location is truly enchanted having played host to many mysterious crop circles and light phenomena over the years. There are also numerous folklore tales of apparitions and strange occurrences in the vincinity of Woodborough Hill. The nocturnal sounds of a ghostly hunt have been reported, as have sightings of a very large black cat compared to a cougar. The energy emanated by the landscape is powerfully tangible, especially at this time of year when life is bursting forth. I just love to sit on top of the hill and watch the sun go down. As dusk comes in the energy seems to become that much more alive and vibrant. I have had my own personal experiences on the hill which generally I keep to myself,  usually only revealing them with likeminded others who have encountered similar. This, I feel is the only way now; if someone wants to find out the truth about the energy of this land, the crop circles and associated phenomena, then they have to venture out and discover it for themselves. The truth is discovered in one’s personal silence by going within. It is then that the “Aha!” moments begin and a trail of discovery involving some strange synchronicities begins to unfold. Meditation is the key to the discovery of truth in crop circle country. The answers which come and the magic experienced cannot be aquired from reading a book or listening to the experience of another individual one. It is as if the universe expects us to ask the questions and then get off our butts to intuitively walk the labyrinth of inspired discovery for ourselves. It is only when it is your experience will you know.

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Yesterday morning I was driving to the nearby village of All Cannings when I passed a buzzard sat on the top of a hedge. I had my camera with me so I decided to turn around and go back to where he was, not really expecting him to remain long enough for me to get a shot. To my amazement, as I wound the passenger side window down, the buzzard just perched there and held my gaze for a few moments. In these moments I was looking straight into his eyes, soul to soul in oneness. As I raised my camera he decided to turn and fly off, but I managed to get this shot.

Buzzard flies off as I take a shot

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